[He shakes his head, although it looks less like "no one's in danger" and more like "I don't know".]
I realise that. [His bleeding out, however, is much less a concern than a deranged grim reaper. He keeps scanning the area, his hand going back to his shoulder.] We might―
[Except when he turns to face her he manages to move his arm in a way that sends a spasm of pain through it, and his expression tightens as he draws a sharp breath, turning his head away from her again. Sebastian is not the kind of person to use profanity even silently in his mind, but. G-give him a second, he's fine.]